Anne. What! Do you make our bond our barrier now?
Shakespeare. See, you’re a child that clamours—“Let me taste!” But laugh and let it sip your wine, it cries— “I like it not. It is not sweet!”—and blames you. See! even when I give you cannot take.
Anne. Try me!
Shakespeare. Too late.
Anne. I will not think I know What cruelty you mean. What is’t you mean? What is’t?
Shakespeare. How long since we two married?
Anne. Why, Four months.
Shakespeare. And are you happy?
Anne. Will, aren’t you?
Shakespeare. I asked my wife.